Today I made my way uptown a bit to stop by the Performing Arts branch of the New York Public Library. Basically, this is where they keep all of their plays, musicals, music CDs, et cetera. It’s in the middle of Lincoln Center, so it was my first time walking past The Met (the outside of the building is a lot more modern than I pictured) and I also walked past Julliard.
After visiting the li-bary I made my way downtown to work and was a little early so I decided to swing by the National Museum of the Native American. Since there is no admission price, I figured it was about time I went and got cultured. It’s this huge, old building that looks like it should be a library. There were armed guards outside and I had to put my backpack through an x-ray machine.
The guards inside said the exhibits were on the 2nd floor only (it’s like a 5-story building). About a third of the 2nd floor was blocked off, so the exhibit was very limited. And not extremely diverse. Hey look, a pot. And there’s another pot. And this pot looks just like the last two I saw. Here’s a moccasin. And another pot. And more moccasins. And now we come to a pot.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting The Great Pot/Moccasin-alooza Festival. Darn. And I really wanted to like it, too. I just wonder what goes on in the other 4 floors of the building. But I didn’t want to get shot trying to find out.